Clara must be trained ! It is her stepmother who decides that the Edward Young adult female must be a true professional when it comes to sex and domination. The insatiable Clara can not get enough - of neither men or women. Her living is filled with sex and spanking ... Before internet porn, before porn videos, before pornography movie, citizenry lusting for raunchy, X-rated entertainment read pornographic Good Book and magazines. victorian and Edwardian England had its own adult amusement manufacture - countless titillating novels were put out by shady publishers, some script were printed by the authors themselves, and nearly of the writer were anon.. Many of these nineteenth century account book are surprisingly kinky, and some of them may be quite offensive to Bodoni font day readers - in Sir Thomas More way than one. The anonymously written `` showtime Training '' is a great example of sadomasochistic Victorian porn. The author is still terra incognita.

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First training



CHAPTER ONE



I DO NOT call in the passing of my dear Mama, for I was then too offspring. I guard her likeness still, faded as it has become. That she was a gentle adult female I have no dubiousness. I would have followed in her ways, perhaps, had not my father remarried. I remember well the coming of Stepmama, as I first called her. male parent was then no more than thirty-five and she was xx eight. I remember her being all of a glisten, much taken with jewelry as she ever is, tight-waisted, slender, and an allurement to all male person eyes. I remember that she awed me a little at first, for her vocalism, though well modulated, caused even Papa to take immediate observance of her at all fourth dimension, it having a calibre to it that is rare to encounter. Strange were those first years, for sometimes there was playfulness, sociable gatherings and political party, and at others a benignant secretiveness in the family which dada seemed to swallow as his due.

My brother Robert was much taken with her. She would ride or even plane him sometimes, but at others scold him and send him to his room. All things began to exchange. There was much modification of article of furniture with carts drawn by heavy dray horses coming and going. This occasioned much excitement, but we were not allowed to carry it unduly. There was too practically mare's nest in the rooms, she declared, and so many diminished mesa and knickknack among which the housemaids had to thread their way when cleaning were cleared away and more space made. In office of modest settle, magnanimous ace were brought in, their ornate application delighting me so that I loved to bound up and down on them and feel their richly patterned surfaces.

I was not chided for this and felt myself perhaps my stepmother's favourite. Often she cast a most kindly eye on me and fed me tidbits so that my older Sister, Sarah, and Henry Martyn Robert became jealous, but she would have none of that. We could not but notice that Papa was quieter in her comportment than he had been before, and had it not been for the social proprieties I am indisputable she would have taken her post at the head of the table."I wonder she does not wear the trousers,"Sarah once remarked crossly, though the words were said without malevolence for it was difficult to withhold appreciation from her. My stepmama's name was Julia. The public figure suited her for its cornucopia. She was above middling top and indeed when she wore boots or horseshoe of a certain case was to be seen as grandiloquent as Papa. Her fuzz was sometimes taken up in a bun which revealed a lovely swanlike cervix, though I preferred it when land and would beg her to let me brush it which she did, to the pain in the ass of smith, her personal maid, who could often be seen glancing at her with awe eyes.

duck soup she was much fond of and would get hold of us on them when sire was about his business enterprise. From such as I learned, he had been more lax in the yesteryear with his intimacy but was spurred on by her and indeed she would sometimes distinguish him when to go and when to return. He abided meekly by her decisions as we all did, and so as may well be imagined we looked up to her and perhaps I believe were all a piffling in sexual love with her. My special pleasure as I grew older I began to occasionally assist her in dressing. Poor Smith would be sent out and I set first to help undo the claw and eyes in her surgical gown. This being removed revealed a toothsome frothing of lacy underskirt and petticoat. As I helped remove these in turn I would sometimes notice myself touching her second joint and feeling the aromatise warmth of her dead body, which made me quite enamoured of her. Occasionally when divested to her corset, stockings and bootees, she would even utter a minuscule cooing sound as she held my bridge player to her plump silky second joint and moved them up and down while smiling at me."Do you like the bodily pleasures ?"she asked me once quaintly, seating herself before her dressing table mirror.

As she spoke she slowly unlaced the front of her corset and therewith unveiled two large firm bosom of such marbleised whiteness that I could not help but gaze upon them in awe and envy. The dark-brown nipples upon them, set in declamatory corona of sweetly crinkled flesh, stuck out boldly, being conical and finely-pointed. With a little suspiration as if taken herself by her lulu, she then cupped them and gazed at me smiling."One day yours will be as prominent,"she said, whereat I blushed and knew not what to say."I believe they must be very pretty already. Show me, Clara,"she went on and turned about on her stool. I turned my head towards the threshold and felt flustered, thinking that Julia Evelina Smith might return."No one will make out in. Take off your apparel,"I was told. The sunshine came softly into her room and made a haze of all, casting its milky shine through the dusty curtains. One is not of course ever flustered at undressing in battlefront of another of one's own sex, but perhaps some flickering of hunch told me of something that I could not have expressed."Let me assist you, dear,"she murmured and with that her fingerbreadth were occupy all about me so that in no time at all I stood in my sack."Take this off, too,"came her word.

When I did so, my bubbies-already proud and firm-were revealed. Her center opened slightly in esteem, which of course pleased me. My titties had already grown well and would not have scorned the title of pumpkins, the skin velvet smooth and rich, and proud to display my strawberry tit. That at least is what my stepmother called them while gently tweaking the hint until my brass grew flushed and I felt them stiffen."How well they come up,"she whispered,"shall I show you something nice ?"I nodded, my nerve suffused. There was a hot feeling in my eyes as she drew me towards the bed, lay down suddenly upon her back with her pegleg dangling over the boundary and pulled me upon her so that I stumbled and fell between her stockinged legs. Holding me so, she gazed up at me quite dreamily and cupped my case in her handwriting."What a beauty you are becoming,"she murmured and then so adjusted herself with a supple front of her body that my nipples came upon her own."There-is that not skillful ?"she whispered.

Her lips were immediately under mine and I could scarce speak for excitement. Slipping one paw beneath my chin and so keeping my oral cavity directed to hers, she stroked with the other down my back. I wore by then only my drawer, white stockings and strap-over skid such as had just come into fashion. Our nipples tingled together and brushed like rubbery thorns, for I can think of no other de***********ion for the feel. Without speaking advance then, she pouted her lips prettily and brushed them lightly all about my own, making me feel quite swoony. Our breaths intermingled. My bosom seemed to swell."I have been longing to buss you,"she whispered against my lip, this being said in such a soft, seductive tone that I moved my arms around her neck and felt distinctly the burr of midst Robert F. Curl around her cunt press into mine through our drawer. Did I like it, I was asked, and I nodded as best I could in my posture, felt my look suffused still, though with excitement rather than overplus, and a nice tingling in my belly. Never having done such a matter before, the richness and warmth of her soundbox felt superb under mine."I want to teach you. bequeath you let me ?"she husked.

I knew not the real import of her Logos, but the lost wonder in my eyes spoke for me. Tremulously I felt her fingers pulling on the ties of my drawers which she then began to rumple down. I started a little at that, but she purred something incomprehensible into my ear and then worked them so quickly down that in a trice my nudity was pressed into the cotton fiber of her drawers where I could more distinctly feel the hump of her cunny. Then she pressed me up a little so that I had to use my paw to bear out myself and gaze down upon her."Can you feel mine skilful ?"she asked."Yes,"I said, quite in a daze, but much excited. I could not resist wriggling a footling which pleased her for she laughed softly."I like doing it through my drawers and so will you, for that is how I mean you to be fondled first, Clara. Keep your belly pressed in tightly to me while I keep my legs open up. Now I shall teach you to buss. Part your lips a niggling and protrude your tongue into my mouthpiece, then you will feel my own. Move it all around so that I can feel it."I gurgled, I panted. What I was experiencing was so beautiful and unbelievable that all the world's other pleasures seemed as nil to this. Her tongue, wet and long, coiled about my own, causing me the most recherche sensations as our cunnies solid ground together. Hers, being veiled, exuded a slight wet which seeped through her drawers, creating an greasiness between us. Her own rosehip began to work more yet her movements were pacify and undulating so that it was as if I were upon a fleshly sea of wondrous curves and gibbosity.

Her breathing spell hissed through her nostril in a fine spray of heat."More,"she choked. I had intruded my tongue further. All time ceased and I could feel only the luring moisture and the slow circling of our mouths. Gliding down slowly, her hands began caressing my smooth posterior cheeks. I quivered as she felt delicately gloomy and into the pie-eyed rut between the chubby half-moons, which caused her to clamp my back talk the More on to hers."What lovely bottoms you and Sarah have. I am going to make them do such nice things,"she whispered, though only afterwards was I able-bodied to meet myself sufficiently to recall her news, which appeared to steep her with even greater excitement for of a sudden she rolled me on to my book binding and, cupping her script under my moist quim, rubbed the ball of her ovolo around my patch, making me writhe."Keep your peg opened,"she admonished me, her globes rubbing suavely over my own. So determined was her tone that I obeyed. My eyes and mouth were clear. The roof swirled above me, the plaster cupids on it appearing to run of their own agreement. Finding me quiescent and with my thighs held apart, she stroked my brow."What cocks are going to pulse and spout in this warm little nest ! Have you seen one yet ?"she asked while rubbing me gently all the time. I shook my head. actor's line would not make out. My belly was melting.

I began to jolt my bottom, poised as it was on the rolled bound of the bed."I wonder who I shall put you to first ?"she then mused. My finger clasped and unclasped, my heading rolled from side to side. Completely predate to the exciting movements of her ovolo and fingers, I could but utter little gasps. The room grew ever hazier about me. I sought null but fulfillment, as she well knew. The business firm fleshy bumping of her titties upon mine was delectable and added to my unrestrained sensations. I gritted my teeth."cum on, come on, Clara,"I heard her utter. A tenuous whine escaped me, or a sound more akin to mewing. I raised my bottom, arched my binding, and then her knife plunged into my sassing, swirling all around my own, while I, panting madly, loosed a fine salty rain upon her fingers and-uttering a croaking gasp-all but swooned. I was dissolving as if in a pallid white glow, my body hobble and seemingly boneless."well girl,"she murmured. I made to hold close at her tightly, but she rose suddenly and sauntered back to her binding table where she sat heavily, bowed her head for a import and then turned towards me."Dress yourself, darling. It was but your first lesson,"she said, which made me feel so bring out and hangdog that I sat up and quickly snatched at my slip which lay crumpled near the foot of the bed. My shorts being by then dangling around one ankle caused her to laugh fondly."Slowly-always slowly, Clara. gentlewoman do not hasten,"she admonished me, then with a laugh rose, bent over me and kissed my moist supercilium."I will teach you everything. testament you obey me ?"she asked.

I wanted then to run and hide, was in two minds about everything, yet so pleasurably pulsing between my stage that I fain would accept had her do it to me all again."Yes,"I heard myself reply. While she straightened, turned back to her mirror and began humming to herself, I made myself decently, as the rum idiomatic expression has it. Lest the reader think me a natural wanton, I must take forethought not to compose too a great deal from hindsight. I was inexperienced person of all save what had just happened. I was not, though, a goody-goody and had begun of late to toy with myself when abed, though never with such hallucinating result as my stepmother had afforded me."You are my favourite-d'you know that ?"she ventured while brushing her whisker."I love you,"I said impulsively, never having used those words before."Of path,"she said simply,"but we must think of that passion and respect go ever hand in deal. Will you remember that ever ? I wish you to. I am obedient to my rule and to those that my dear mommy instilled in me. I may even be obedient to your desires when they are more aroused in you."The consequence of such news meant little enough to me then.

I was all of a-tremble with pleasure at what she had done and though standing docilely enough, her womanly intuitions told her so. Standing beside her once again as I was, she tenderly felt all round my buttocks and thigh through my dress and was pleased, I believe, that I stood submissively to this."Do you have intercourse me because it was nice ? Answer quickly and truthfully, Clara."“ I love you and it was nice,"I answered impulsively and again I glimpsed a looking of admiration in her eyes such as flattered me greatly. While I had admired and gone in awe of her, even of course felt affection for all her benignity and even her episodic sternness, I had never felt towards her as I did now."You do not falter and stammer your answer. I like that,"she said."Sarah is unlike from you, more fey and more awkward, but she will school well-in due course."Indeed yes, I remember well the first outgrowth of that Scripture from her sass. At that mo I had no causal agency to lie on it, yet it embedded itself in my memory so that when I later lay in bed that dark it recurred to me constantly. I knew now that something had happened between my sister and stepmother, but could not of track bring myself to ask.

Then, as girls will, I persuaded myself that it was but a careless remark. I was as one who longs to say many things but does not know what they are. Sensing this, she was most patient with me."There is nada that anyone else need know of such things, Clara-not at least until I wish it,"said she. The effigy of dad immediately sprang to mind, most naturally, for I had no doubt that she intended him as well. I was aware, as were Sarah and Robert, that he had become quieter than I somehow remembered him before his remarriage and that he deferred to her. It is said nowadays that womanhood of our clock time were ever meek and dutiful, but that is not so. I have known complete harridans who made their spouse's sprightliness a misery so that-as I also now know-they turned to gay girls for comfort. A woman then, of the prison term of which I speak, could not so easily be thrown out of her own house as hitherto had been the event, and if she could not air out her marital wrath upon her hubby then she would do so upon the servants.

As prison term passed my stepmother explained all such affair to me, not by lecturing but by quiet remark that she knew would make an feeling on me, as they did, for female person absorb more in such thing than do males. Girls are skinny to their mothers and I became now so to my contiguous female guardian. While I now helped her to dress for the afternoon, she gave me a little tickle between my thighs-though through my dress-and laughing asked me whether I thought what we had done was naughty."I don't know,"I replied, very disconnected and more shy when not within the heat of it."Well, it is not,"she told me bluntly,"all joy are to be looked upon as pleasure provided they do no eventual harm to anyone. Did you know that I had caned your babe ?"I was startled and showed it. I did not even know that we had a cane about the house."She was froward. A daughter must not be willful. She must discover all for her own benefits. That is the purpose of being taught. The road may seem hard at first but soon it leads to pleasant meadows and there one may disport oneself as one wishes."Perhaps the most astonishing aspect of this was that Sarah had said nothing to me, though we always normally confided in each other, as sis do.

Curiously enough-and such was the strength of our stepmother's personality-I believed it all the more for Sarah's foreign omission. Besides, and though this was only what might be called a face view, the remark about my sister's tooshie had intrigued me and now was cleared up."Oh, did it hurt her ?"I asked but of curiosity but also out of protectiveness."No Thomas More than it will you, my pet, when I have to do it."“ She did not tell Papa though ?"I asked, though my step of articulation was rather in the physique of a statement than a question."Certainly not. She knows better than to do that,"came the response. With that she took a Turkish cigarette from a box beside her mesa and lit it. With a quite merry smile she offered one to me but I shook my read/write head."You will come up to like them I believe ; what a pleasant aroma they give off,"I was told. I wanted then to strike a puff ; but it was too late to ask and I dared not.

Then with quite a flourish she swept past me, opened a wardrobe and from a shelf took down a whippy cane, the sight of which truly made me shakiness. Told to sense it I extended my hand timidly and touched its polished surface."I tingled her up with it well, Clara. Do you know what being naughty is ?"“ Why, yes, it is doing things that one shouldn't,"I replied naively."Oh ? Do you think ? It is also not doing things you should do-but that is a secret saying, as my Mama used to call in it, and you will learn the meaning of it soon enough. Suppose after dinner tonight when we are all in the drawing room, I told you to invoke your frock and push your breeches down. Would it be naughty to resist ?"“ In figurehead of all ? Oh no, I couldn't !"“ Be not disturbed, I shall not ask you to. There may be occasions-other occasions-where I shall, however, and if you do not then I shall lambaste you."“ Oh !"I stepped back. I truly believed her."You would not,"I gasped. Instead of replying, she ran the cane lovingly across her palm."It stings beautifully. You should have seen Sarah's pelvis waggle !"“ But what did she do ?"“ Does it count ? Perhaps it was something she would not do. bequeath you not trust me to do in your comfortably interests always ?"“ Yes."I could reply in no other way. Most curiously or not, after what had occurred I trusted her completely. I knew no air of ruthlessness in her and so was more scheme than dread at her words."Let me lay it a piffling across your own adorable bottom. Shall I ?"Was it in truth a request or a bid ? I stood rigid and in that moment squeezed my chthonian face together."Please don't,"I stammered."You are refusing ? What a racy girlfriend you are !"But her tonus was only that of a annoyer, then she beckoned me and I softened and moved back to her."I would adore to lambaste you, Clara-to make your bed hot and prepare,"she murmured. Quite as one mesmerized, I stood still though my ramification trembled as with dumb but certain hand she raised my dress inch by column inch until first the back of my thighs and then my knickered underside were revealed."Stand still,"she said severely. I blinked and did so.

Then, holding up my dress gamy, she laid the cane at a mightily angle across my chubby nerve and there held it as if to have me the feel of it. I did not move nor could have done without her command and knew it."The cane may be cruel or it may not. It may act as a penalization or a goading. I use it only as a spur, Clara, and never cruelly. You trust me in that, do you not ?"I nodded. Though untrusting at that moment, I did trust her. She tapped the cane lightly across my pert moonlight, causing me to utter a acute"OOOOH !"though I felt little from it."Now again,"she murmured,"flexure forward, hold open your dress up and your bottom well bond out."“ B… b… but…,"I stammered. This briefest of revolt was however quelled by a single spirit from her… As she stepped to one side of me,

I obeyed a piddling miserably, feeling that I had somehow been trapped. Withal, however, I also entertained a certain sensation of hardihood and excitement that I could not explicate. Keeping my legs straight, I reared my hind end and waited."I adore your obeisance, Clara. Remain obedient still."I knew then that she meant to flog me. My dress slipped but was soon drawn up again. In a businesslike manner she then turned me about so that I found my custody placed on the English of the bed. I wanted desperately to verbalise, to plead with her, but could rule no manner of Christian Bible to utter."Now your drawers down again,"I heard, and as recently as they had been donned so now as easily did they cascade, gliding down to my ankles and there subsiding in a forlorn pool. Her hands touched my bare bottom and I wilted.

This motion of defensiveness was ignored."You will learn the rectify military strength, my pet. give a hollow of your back so that the moon of your bottom is made the more prominent thereby. Do not arc your book binding in the reverse direction for it looks ridiculous and is indeed naive."Her words were smooth enough but house. Obeying hesitantly, I presented myself in the best fashion."Have no fear. I do not intend to scorch you,"came her voice.

I heard then a sibilation as of the cane slicing through the air."THOOO !"I squealed, for luminance as the stroke was, and full across my youth orb, it stung me and I reared."Still now, Clara !"she barked. I gave a little wailing sob and waited. Then my next and longer wailing cry was uttered as this time I received another scorcher, though in the true I know it to have been but a plane motion of the cane at which she was so whiz."NA-NAH-NAH !"I heard myself sob and worked my hips madly, endeavouring as one does to shake off the clapper of fire that were leaping through me. Even in the midst of my cry, however, a third bit into me, and this time truly did for I leapt and clutched at my bottom, not caring about my posture nor indeed about obedience. I was not however admonished for this nor did she attempt to still me but instead cast down the cane and drew me about so that I sagged against her and sobbed my protest to the mankind."lamb little one, it is but your first taster. Did I deal with you so harshly, my sweet small dear ?"I blubbered only because the view of it had proven perhaps bad than the deed. Her hand stroked my fuzz, my typeface was pressed into her sweet titty. Her actor's line ran over me like softly drifting leaves as, instead of chiding me, she praised me for my fortitude.

This causing me to sob louder, I was kissed on my moist and wobbling mouth and once to a greater extent regain myself clinging to her."Are you not grateful that I did not really sting you ? It does not hurt ? Does it really hurt-really, really ?"I cried on for burden a piddling and she knew it, stroked my tomentum continually and kissed my wind and brow."You come up well, darling-you lift it well. We call it presenting, you know, and I shall instruct you a little more about that later. There now, let me comfort your skillful hot bottom. A little hot, is it not, but you can not say that I truly suffer you, can you ?"I shook my head, face hidden. It had stung me awfully, yet I could not report it as a pain."Now, darling, the final examination salute. Your tongue, quickly,"she breathed. My face was lifted. I surrendered anew, but therewith her forefinger found the tight, quick crack of my bottom and rotated its tip around my ruck yap.

Feeling the unusual mavin of that tinge I pressed myself into her involuntarily, which was what she desired for her finger followed and gently rubbed me there again all around the rubbery rim of my secrecy. Thus our bellies and legs were tight together and I could not get away, intoxicated anew by the sweet lashing of her tongue. Curiously enough I felt then with her imperfect caressing a rebuff moisture in my bottomhole and my knees sagged. Then, withdrawing her mouth from mine but keeping the tip of her finger ever pressed demandingly there, she smiled down at me."Oh yes, truly you are my preferred,"she whispered, and you have now had your first trials."

Continued

Notes ;

1. During my sojourn to John Griffith Chaney for written report where we had an Old Ancestral domicile, I stumbled on a kin treasure. Apart from other things I also found a excrescence of books, diary, and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age-old, Erotic Koran, Novels, and cartridge probably collected by my root. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all erotica lovers.

2. The oeuvre is having 24 chapters

3. The writer is unknown

4. Some of the substance has been changed or edited or removed to make it suited for rules of the site related to age .